Armor.

It is beautiful, of course. All gleaming bright with marbled blues and blacks, polished with stardust and darkness woven into the strongest of protection. Fascinated, she was unable to remove her eyes from his glorious creation, in awe of his superb craftsmanship. He moved towards them with stiff legs, woken from his bone-deep trance at last and his eyes glitter bright with the colors of dawn. His dragon shrieked and twirled through the air, and Yseulte couldn't help but envy him.

For his craftsmanship and for his loyal companion.

Another approached, a roan mare with eyes green like the spring, and Yseulte could hardly bother herself to recall if she had met the mare before, though she vaguely remembered the mare's face from the bonfire gathering during Frostfall. The girl possessed a sweet, cheerful aura, and Yseulte could only marvel at the mare's ability to be so...chirpy. After greeting Lace in a somewhat exuberant manner, she turned to Yseulte and the black and white mare, introducing herself.

"Yseulte," she offered bluntly, and then motioned to Lace with a brief shrug of her horn. "His apprentice."

A shadowy mare laced with polished gold and even darker, cold eyes prowled near them next, and Yseulte's ears twitched with sudden curiosity. The mare was unusually formidable with a strong stance and proud posture. Her eyes, like Lace's, seem far older than her face, as if she had seen many things in her lifetime though she seemed neither young nor old. Yseulte shifted slightly at the sudden appearance of the mare's companion—an animal Yseulte had not seen before in her travels. It was a curious mixture between a sleek feline and a bird of prey, and Yseulte found it most fitting for the dark-eyed mare.

Yseulte's own body language communicated strength and dominance, though she was hardly aware of it. Her expression was indifferent, relaxed and serene, but her eyes were bright and missed no movement made by her opposite. She was dangerous, Yseulte decided to herself with a vague sort of amusement. But then again, she liked dangerous. Slight feelings of animosity churned in her stomach, but was instantly checked by an even stronger emotion. Respect.

Their eyes met for a fleeting second—and something unmistakably malevolent clashed between the two mares.

But then the moment passed, and Yseulte could not be sure it had even happened at all.

yseulte
apprentice craftsman of world's edge